I am by no way religious, but now I (32) have lost my dad (58) so quickly to this vile disease I think you have to believe there is something happy after this, you have to believe you will see them again and this isn't it.
We all look for signs, the white feathers, the robins, but
curiosity got the better of me and I had a reading in December 9 months after my dad went to sleep.
I could go on for a long time with all the things even non dad related that she couldn't possibly have known, but the moment I sat down the lady said, there is a man here with you, it's your dad.
Why wouldn't she have said my mum, a grandparent, a friend?! I really truly believe he is with us still everyday and I know when I talk to him he listens, she told me that.
So really all I wanted to say was that I took a lot of comfort from this, I wasn't scared or freaked out by it and for anyone grieving someone so close like me I think it is so lovely to believe we will see them again.